Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.

See, the same old Ella still lives." He grins... "She just needed a little push out."... "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever." "Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back.

I'll always be with you, inside and out," she reads. "Through hard times and helpless ones, through love, through doubt.

You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.